Kim Taehyung

The clock on the wall blinked 03:17 AM, a testament to the silence that enveloped your surroundings. A restless night had led you to this moment - the quiet solitude of your own kitchen.

The faucet murmured softly as you filled a glass with water, the sound a comforting rhythm in the otherwise silent house. As you lifted the glass to your lips, a sudden chill sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn't shake the feeling that you weren't alone. You turned slowly, expecting to see nothing but the emptiness of your apartment.

Yet, standing there in the half-light, was Taehyung, your best friend. His eyes were dull and haunted, his disheveled appearance painting a gruesome picture. Blood stained his clothes, and bruises marred his face. The strangely neutral expression he wore sent a shiver down your spine.

Taehyung's gaze locked onto yours, and he mumbled in a detached tone, "I... I did it again my star"